The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Snape stared at the thin first-year Gryffindor and took a step forward: You just can't restrain the desire to be in the limelight, right, Potter? Since you know it will not help the scene, you'd better not bring it with you. ... He glanced at Ron and Hermione with mean eyes. Ron stood next to Harry and looked at him angrily, ...your accomplices are wandering around. Otherwise, I'm afraid something will happen to me. It’s a big deal.”

Professor Snape, please help me! Anthony shouted. He had heard from Ron that Snape had a strange hatred for Harry, but this was the first time he had seen Snape terrorize students like the villain in traditional stories.

Snape finally diverted some attention from Harry to the big snake in Hagrid's hands, and then looked away indifferently: Sorry, did you want me to save this snake, Anthony? It looks like it is about to be pinched. died.

No way. Hagrid muttered, I've been gently...

Hagrid, can't you just crush the snake's head? Ron asked, stretching his neck to look at Roger.

No, Mr. Weasley! Professor Flitwick said sharply.

According to Professor Flitwick, Miss Parkinson's custom-made flag probably also contains part of the magic that guards the wizard's manor. Once it is violently attacked, it will try to hang its prey with all its strength in order to protect the manor. Only when Hagrid pinched the snake gently did it stop frantically wrapping around Roger.

Normally, after a magical ceremony, the owner of the manor should be able to control the alchemical product in the badge, but Miss Parkinson just told them with a pale face that she had no idea there was such a snake in the flag.

This one is not very offensive. Professor Flitwick told Roger. Among all the alchemy products I have seen, it is even considered weak... I think its strongest point is probably its ability to resist damage. He paused thoughtfully, I wonder if it would be possible for them to make me a set of soft armor...

Anthony comforted Roger: This is good news. It's just a little troublesome, but we should be able to get you there without much injury-

Uh. Roger said, tilting his head as the snake suddenly slid up to his neck. Professor, I don't really like the feeling of it around my neck.

As Hagrid apologized hurriedly, Anthony and Flitwick immediately made up for it, fearing that if Hagrid applied force, a ghost with a hang mark on his neck would appear in Hogwarts. If the problem can be solved, they would rather go slower than quickly transport a student with broken ribs or bleeding to the school hospital.

Snape sneered, fiddled with his wand and said slowly: Get out of the way, get out of the way. Let me solve it...

No, I don't want you! Ron said loudly, his eyes fixed on Roger. Professor Flitwick was concentrating on guiding Hagrid to remove the big snake wrapped around his neck, Professor Flitwick is already taking care of it!

Snape paused and said dangerously softly, Oh?

Hermione pulled Ron's arm hard, and he finally recovered from his concern for Roger.

Very good. It seems that some people think they can give orders to me, his professor. Snape said coldly, It is very regrettable that because you did not respect the professor enough, Gryffindor was suspended. Five points, Weasley.

Ron curled his lips and looked away, continuing to focus on rescuing Roger without saying a word. Harry whispered to comfort him, telling him to ignore Snape. (I think he originally planned to deduct points from me, but he just happened to bump into you.)

But Snape was unstoppable: Why didn't you stop him, Potter? Oops, Gryffindor lost another five points because you didn't respect the professor enough either.

But - Harry raised his head in disbelief.

What? Anthony said in disbelief.

Professor Flitwick turned his head in confusion: What's wrong, Professor Anthony?

Professor Snape! Hagrid said angrily, Harry didn't do anything!

Then the crowd pointed at Roger Davis and shouted.

In his confusion and anger, Hagrid forgot to withdraw his strength. The snake that was suddenly attacked suddenly broke away from Professor Flitwick's hand, and severely strangled the neck of the unlucky Chaser... who had not yet escaped.

Roger's face gradually turned red, he gasped with his mouth open, and rolled around on the soft cushion. His hands that were free to move were struggling to pull the snake's body, and his legs were kicking in the air.

Professor Flitwick immediately shouted a spell that Anthony had never heard before.

The snake's body began to emit green smoke, and it made an unpleasant squeaking sound as the rusty chain rubbed against it. The skin on Roger's chin, neck, and chest where it was tightly connected to the snake wrinkled rapidly, then turned gray, dry, and cracked.

Snape suddenly pulled out his wand and shouted: Shen Feng Wu——

At the same time, Hermione covered her mouth when she realized Roger Davis's condition, while Ron and Tracey simultaneously burst into exclamation: Davies! Roger!

Harry was shouting too, but his voice was horrifying. Not just Anthony, everyone looked at him sharply, because it sounded very evil, very scary.

But Harry didn't notice the moment of silence. He looked at Roger, then stared at the snake, and continued to say something. His voice was smooth and low, not like a human voice.

The alchemical snake looked at Harry, tightened its grip painfully, then slowly let go of Roger, sliding under the cushions with the ridiculous rope still wrapped around its mouth. Its tail slowly rubbed over Roger, who was lying frozen on the ground, and raised his head to approach Harry, who just stared at it.

With the heartbreaking sound of gears jamming, the snake fell to the ground. It blew an ominous stream of black smoke from its nostrils and then became completely still.

Mr. Davis! Professor Flitwick said sharply, squatting down and opening Roger's eyelids, then touching his dry-skinned neck, and threw no less than ten treatment and detection spells on him at once, carefully Check the Dark Magic damage he takes.

Harry smiled with relief, and then he finally looked away from the snake: What's wrong? He looked at the people around him, realized that people were whispering, and asked in confusion, What's wrong with you all?

Come on, Harry. Ron and Hermione pulled him desperately, Come on, just think of me as begging you, don't ask.

Mr. Potter. Anthony asked, What did you just do? Beside him, Snape was looking at Harry seriously.

Several Slytherins stood behind Snape. They were the few who were not discussing in low voices, but just stood there staring at Harry with very strange expressions.

Harry glanced at them and said with some annoyance: You all saw what I did.

At this time, Madam Hooch finally arrived with Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey, who rarely came out of the campus hospital, trotted over angrily: Get out of the way, get out of the way, let me see... Her eyes fell on Professor Flitwick's pile of spell test results. , gasped, Black magic!

Students were evacuated. Harry was dragged away by Ron and Hermione, while Snape nodded to Madam Pomfrey and returned to the castle expressionlessly. With the help of the levitation spell, the other professors carried Roger's stretcher to the campus hospital. Tracey bit her lip and followed from a distance. Madam Pomfrey sent her away after finding out.

Along the way, Madam Pomfrey complained: How could Quidditch become like this! Falls, sprains, contusions, broken teeth, broken bones, fights... forget it all! Dark magic!

I'm sorry, Poppy. Professor Flitwick trotted after him. I used it. It was an emergency.

Madam Pomfrey asked: Is there a counter-curse?

Not yet, Professor Flitwick said quickly, but there is something to stop the spread, and it has been used.

It's under control, not life-threatening. Madam Pomfrey said, looking at her test results, her face softened a little, It's just a matter of appearance... What's going on? Madam Hooch told me it was a snake. . Look, I also brought a bunch of antidotes. She patted the bag beside her, and there was the sound of some glass bottles clinking inside.

It's hard to explain in a word. Anthony said, In short, it was a non-poisonous alchemical snake, but it got wrapped around Davis's neck. In desperation, fortunately Professor Flitwick had a way to destroy the snake in time, and then Davis Wes won’t be hanged.”

Madam Pomfrey nodded: I understand.

Once she arrived at the campus hospital, she immediately kicked Anthony and Professor Flitwick out of the door unceremoniously. The door of the medicine cabinet opened on its own, and various strange-shaped instruments and medicine bottles flew out, falling neatly onto a tray.

Looking at the situation through the gap in the curtain, Anthony straightened up: I think we can go back.

Of course, Professor Anthony. Professor Flitwick said, looking at the window of the school hospital twice more before turning around, What a day it is!

Yes, what a game. Anthony said, I hope Davis can recover soon.

Professor Flitwick said: There are too many things...but I really didn't expect that Mr. Potter is actually a Parseltongue!

Is that Parseltongue? Anthony reacted, Parseltongue is Slytherin's characteristic ability?

Professor Flitwick nodded, shook his head again, and sighed.

…

Soon, the whole school seemed to be talking about the Gryffindor first year who defeated the Dark Lord and was a Parseltongue. Throughout the afternoon, wherever Anthony went, he could hear people discussing the matter.

Judging from what he has heard so far, some people think that Harry may be the descendant of Slytherin - But the Potter family is basically Gryffindor. And isn't his mother a Muggle? - Someone Some people thought that maybe he just had the blood of other wizards with the gift of Parseltongue - But Parseltongue is still the hallmark of dark wizards - and others vividly described to others how Harry encouraged the snake to strangle to death. Roger, Roger only saved his life because Professor Flitwick's powerful spell had injured the scary guy.

Even Professor McGonagall came to ask Anthony: What did Potter do? She was called out from a pile of parchment by the rumors, and said with a straight face, From what I heard, he We're going to join forces with the mysterious man to attack Hogwarts soon, so we'd better pack our bags quickly.

He didn't do anything, Anthony assured her. He just said a few words that Professor Flitwick told me was Parseltongue. Other than that, there was nothing.

Professor McGonagall nodded: As I thought. Thank you, Henry. Albus needs to know this. She turned around and closed the door neatly.

After a while, other professors in the castle began to ask him what happened. Unlike Professor McGonagall, some people are not satisfied with a few sentences of Parseltongue narration, encouraging him to recall more details: how Parselmouth is spoken, how many syllables and phonemes it has , that sounds more like a spell or a language...

When another professor came to inquire about the news, even Professor Quirrell was alarmed. He opened his office door, cautiously revealed one eye through the crack of the door, and stammered: Ha-Harry Potter and Parseltongue?

That's right. Anthony opened his office door and let the professor with the notebook in. Do you want to come in, Professor Quirrell?

His injuries seemed to have completely healed, but his self-confidence seemed to have been greatly affected. No matter how invited Anthony was, he refused to step into his office.

I won't go in. He stammered. The smell is a bit strong, isn't it? He smiled nervously at the ginger cat purring at him by the door, twitching nervously. A few times.

He opened the door only to hear one brief sentence from Anthony: It's true.

After getting the answer, Professor Quirrell immediately said: Okay - okay, thank you.

Wait a minute, Professor Quirrell, Anthony shouted, stopping Professor Quirrell from closing the door.

He looked at Professor Quirrell and then at the cat at his feet: Are you - really sorry - scratched by my cat?

Because he had not met Professor Quirrell recently, and it was not until today that he had a cat and Quirrell standing next to him that he realized that the faint aura of necromancy on Professor Quirrell was exactly the same as that of his skeleton cat.

Professor Quirrell shook violently, and his face suddenly disappeared from the crack of the door.

Anthony already knew the answer and quickly said: I'm sorry, I...I'm really sorry. I know my cat is more ferocious and aggressive. I will take good care of it - is there anything I can do for you? Of?

He glanced warningly at his cat, whose back was still hunched unkindly and ears flattened.

N-it doesn't matter, said Professor Quirrell, slamming the door.

Anthony returned to the office and repeated the snake scare on the Quidditch pitch with the enthusiastic professor. After seeing the other party off, he went to Professor Quirrell's office door and knocked on the door.

Who? asked Professor Quirrell.

Anthony said: It's me, Anthony. I'm really, really sorry...

There was no more reply from Professor Quirrell's office. Anthony stood outside the door for a short while before walking back to the office in silence.

The ginger cat was rolling around on his bedroom floor, claws clawing at the feet of his couch. The wraith mouse who was sleeping on the velvet pillow on the sofa turned over impatiently and curled up into a small ball.

You... Anthony glared at his cat.

The cat rolled over and stood up, rubbing against his leg.

Oh. He leaned down and patted the cat's head, Even if Professor Quirrell smells...you shouldn't hurt others. Didn't I expressly prohibit you from doing this, huh?

In addition to Professor McGonagall and Professor Bubbaji, whom he met to handle his employment procedures, Professor Quirrell was the first professor he met outside of work and helped him a lot. He originally thought they were already friends.